Page 13 of Reckless Hearts

“Yes, baby, just like that. Get that tight little cunt nice and stretched," Wes growls from behind us, his voice dripping with lust. "How does he feel?”

“So fucking good,” I breathe, taking my time to adjust to his size before fully sinking down, grinding my clit against the dark hair at the base of his shaft. “Oh, my god.”

Wes climbs onto the bed behind me, the mattress dipping under his weight. I glance back and see him fisting his cock in one hand while holding my phone in the other. He sets the phone down briefly, freeing his hand to grab the back of my neck. Then he pushes me down, pressing my body flush against Trick’s. The slickness of my arousal and spit coats my clit as I grind against Trick’s pelvis.

“Please,” I whimper. I don’t know what for. Something.Anything.

Trick grips my hips, holding me steady as I writhe and ache for more. Just as the edge of my orgasm starts to build, he pulls out, and Wes takes his place with brutal force. His thrusts knock the breath from my lungs as my walls tighten around him. He feels different—perhaps it's the angle or the relentless way he fucks, as if he's determined to leave a mark inside me. What’s worse is that I'd welcome internal bruising with open arms... or should that be legs?

Once I get used to the feel of Wes, he withdraws, letting Trick drive into me again. This time, Trick’s thrusts match Wes’s—brutal, punishing, and bruising, just the way I like it. They take turns, tag-teaming my pussy: Wes behind me, his hands fisting my hair, while I grind my clit against Trick.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” Wes breathes, his words brushing the shell of my ear and sending a shiver of excitement down my spine.

“Fuck... Oh, my god... I’m going to come,” I cry.

Stars explode behind my eyes as my body convulses. Every nerve tingles with pleasure, waves of ecstasy crashing over me as another orgasm tears through me, setting my body alight.

I bury my head into Trick’s chest, his heartbeat muffling my cries. I lose myself in the afterglow, waiting patiently for the climax to subside and my breath to return to normal.

Wes’s voice cuts through the haze, dark with anticipation. “Well done, baby. Ready for more?”

A part of me wants to keep pushing, to embrace the intensity and prove my endurance. But as I try to focus, I realise just how exhausted I am. My pussy is sore, my legs feel like jelly. I want to cry from the sheer effort, but I also want to keep pushing through and do the hot girl shit. “I... I can’t. I can’t come again.”

“That’s not your decision to make,” Wes says, his tone firm. “You’re ours for the night, remember? Free use. Unless you’d rather tap out, we get to have you as we please. Just know that we’re not going to stop until we’ve had our fill.”

He’s right; free use was part of the agreement. I want them to use me, but physically, I’m drained.

Wes lowers his voice, a note of tenderness softening his intensity. “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll take care of you. If you need a break, just let us know. We’ll make sure you’re okay.”

Behind me, I feel the warm, wet trail of spit dripping slowly down my slit.

“Deep breaths, baby. We’re going to fuck you in this tight little cunt. Together.”

Trick enters me again, making me gasp as he buries himself to the hilt, while Wes teases my entrance with his fingers.

“It won’t fit,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Just relax. We’ll make it fit. You were made for us, dead girl,” Wes replies, his voice low and confident.

I manage a strained smile, muttering, “I’m glad someone in this room is feeling positive.”

A low chuckle escapes his mouth as he scissors two fingers inside me, stretching me slowly as he gradually forces his way in, filling me inch by inch. I feel like I’m being ripped apart, but the pain mingles with an undeniable pleasure. And it hurts so fucking good.

Embracing the burn, I breathe through the discomfort as Wes starts moving inside me. Trick stays still, his breathing in sync with mine. I watch his chest rise and fall while Wes’s cock slides against Trick’s inside me, sparking a fresh wave of need. It’s all I can do not to grind against them.

“That’s our good girl. Such a dirty little slut for us,” Wes says. The thought of their cocks rubbing together makes me wild with desire.

I focus on the euphoric intensity of his slow, deliberate thrusts as both men fill me completely, Wes’s words driving me closer to my release. “Our dirty.”Thrust. “Little.”Thrust. “Slut.”

He slows and then stops, anchoring his cock inside me, giving Trick the chance to drive into me from below. Trick pounds into me relentlessly, his thrusts deep and brutal, making my body convulse and clench with every motion.

My mind turns to jelly, every coherent thought completely fucked out of it. I’m a mindless, slutty little dead girl getting fucked raw and ragged just like I deserve. God, I hope they leave a mark.

“Don’t fight it, baby. Scream baby scream,” Wes says, his voice edged with a touch of madness.

On Wes's command, I rub my clit greedily against Trick, grinding my hips into his pelvis. And I scream. I scream until my throat feels raw, until my lungs are starved for air and my breath comes in shallow gasps.

My body is drenched in sweat, muscles tensed as pressure builds in my head.

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